“You’re better than me, Dick.
It’s like you said. Half of your life isn’t a masquerade. I let this mask take over my identity. I am Batman. I always will be. I’ve left myself nothing else.”
Batman, Detective Comics #725
- Nightwing 150
Nice chair, Babs.
Where’s the spark, guys? I know you are exhausted and that you have Deborah, Dick. I like her but I’d rather see Dick and Babs together again. And Barbara, why all this all-busines tone, eh? I think Alfred sent her to check up on him.
In response to his words, she only gave a snort and rolled her eyes, eyelids fluttering about as she did so. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to make that joke about assuming. If you do, I may just have to smack myself to make sure that this isn’t some dreadful dream.” She gave him a light poke right in the middle of his chest. “One where you don’t make offerings to the Redheaded Bat God.”
Taking a few steps, she closed the distance between them and hooked an arm around his, pulling him in the direction of where most of the cafes were. “Come on. I’m hungry and you can assume that I get particularly cranky when hungry.”
“I don’t actually know any jokes about assuming, as luck would have it, but I would assume it is hilarious,” he chuckled lightly. “And I shall be sure to find out what the joke is so I can retell it to you, since you love it so much. Redheaded Bat God? Ah, see, I make offerings to the other redheaded Bat so…” He raised both his eyebrows and shrugged. “You’re out of luck, I’m afraid.”
He changed direction with her pull of his arm, a smile crossing his face at her words. “Wouldn’t want that now, would we? Psychopath murderers, I can take ‘em in my sleep but angry redheads? The stuff of nightmares.” He laughed, looking into all the window fronts up and down the street as they passed, trying to find a cafe.
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes or no.